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The Old Granite State, 1 Thy Place, 2 Constancy, 3 Fairest Days, 4 My Petition, 5 Imperishable Melodies, 6 Mother, 7 Hidden Treasures, 9 In Life and Death, 10 Progress, 11 Only a Little Fellow, 12 Under the Pines, 14 Prayer, 15 Our Baby, 17 A Halo, 18 The Deserted Farm, 19 Seed Thoughts, 22 School, 23 The Graces, 25 Sunshine, 26 "What Shall It Profit?" 27 What He Said, 29 Home Lights, 30 Clouds and Comfort, 33 Action, 34 "For You I am Praying," 35 Sincerity, 36 The Veiled Future, 37 Labor of Love, 39 Do Your Best, 40 Immortality, 41 In the Hall, 42 At Night, 43 Only, 44 The Holy Dream, 45 Harmony and Heaven, 48 The Dandelion, 49 Lives and Leaves, 50 To-Day, 51 Darkness and Daylight, 53 Within the Gates, 54 Over-Sight, 55 Going Home, 56 The Gardener, 58 At York, 59 Peace, 61 She Sleeps, 62 Affluence, 65 Christ Divine, 66 In After Years, 67 Faith, 69 United Effort, 70 My Soul, 71 The Text, 72 Ethel, , 73 Love's Roses, 75 Influence, 76 Lift Up Thy Heart, 78 Two Paths, 79 Steadfastness, 81 Volume One, 82 Happiness-Killers, 83 Recompense, 85 Why? 86 Class Ode--1885, 88 Two Sides, 89 The Changing Current, 90 Sleep, 92 Life's Day, 93 A Poet, 94 Thanksgiving, 95 Musings, 96 Seeking and Striving, 98 Some Day, 99 The Awakening, 101 Love-Letters, 102 Regret, 103 Christian Soldiers, 104 A Question, 105 Sweetest Music, 106 At Last, 107 His Promise, 108 Life's Crucible, 109 My Choice, 110 Endeavor, 111 Service, 113 Crowning Light, 115 Nonce, 116 The Goal, 118 A Question Answered, 119 Grandmother, 120 Diligence, 123 The Baby, 124 God's Love, 126 Release, 127 Easter, , 128 Eminence, 132 The Here and There, 133 Air Castles, 134 Little Joe, 136
POEMS.
THE OLD GRANITE STATE.
The New Hampshire Christian Endeavor State Song.
Tune, "How Firm a Foundation."
The State of New Hampshire is dear to us all, Her hills and her mountains respond to the call, Her onflowing rivers in gladness awake To sound forth the praises of Old Granite State.
Her heroes undaunted in times of distress 'Neath the flag of the union went forth with the rest; When duty is calling and danger is nigh The Old Granite State will conquer or die.
Her sons and her daughters are loyal and brave, 'Neath the banner of Christ they march onward to save; In the battle for right which they undertake As firm as the granite in Old Granite State.
From loftiest height to lowliest shore New Hampshire, our home land, is our's evermore! "For Christ and the Church" she resounds the glad call, The Old Granite State sends a greeting to all.
THY PLACE.
Do not dream away life's morning, Rise to bless as does the sun; Let no shadow fall about thee, Till thy given work is done.
Look not downward, to the valley, Blessings come from heights above; Falter not upon thy journey, Let each effort teem with love.
Tho' thy life work may be humble, Keep a brave and trusting heart; Do it well, it is thy portion, God himself assigned the part.
There is not on earth another-- Even monarch of the throne-- Who can fill thy place so nobly, As thyself, thyself alone.
If a few shall rise above thee, And the world their deeds applaud, Do not let their fame depress thee, None can judge thee save thy God.
CONSTANCY.
He makes the most of life, who soonest learns That 'tis not best to try for heights too high, Nor yet to be content with vales too low; But day by day upon his upward way, Accepts the possible for which he yearns, Rejects those things that far beneath him lie, And asks the strength of slow success, to know, Which gains the Heaven for which we mortals pray.
FAIREST DAYS.
The sun is flooding all the land and sky, The waves are dancing o'er the deep blue sea; The world is gay and yet, they say, not I-- Since absence makes a gulf 'tween you and me.
When you were here the clouds were in the sky, The rain-drops fell, the sun was hid from view; The world was dull and yet, they say, not I-- For my gay world is centred, love, in you.
When you are near no matter what the sky, No matter what the sea nor what the weather; The world is gay and so, my love, am I-- The days are fairest when we are together.
MY PETITION.
O let me say one little word, Ere I depart, To soothe one sorrow, Teach one truth, And help one heart!
O let me sing one little song, Before I go, To wake one wanderer, Lift one load, And wing one woe!
O let me breathe one little prayer, While yet I live, To bring one blessing, Heal one hurt, One sin forgive!
O let me write one little song, Ere life is o'er, To cause one comfort, Save one soul, Forever more!
IMPERISHABLE MELODIES.
Around the world they ring to-day, And they will ring forever; Like beauteous birds that sweetly sing, Good cheer and comfort they shall bring; And saving souls along the way, Will be forgotten never.
Both autocrat and peasant poor, With heaven born inspiration, Composed these grand and soulful themes That wake the dreamer from his dreams, And shall, while patriot rights endure, Arouse a loyal nation.
The mighty chimes ring out the fame Of him who wrote with feeling, And while sweet symphonies prolong, He lives again to move the throng, And preaches in Jehovah's name From spires where bells are pealing.
MOTHER.
In all the wide world there is not another Whose name is so dear as the sweet name of mother. The babe's tiny head finds it's most perfect rest, When pillowed from harm on the fair mother breast; The youth, from all sorrow, temptation and care, Seeks the warm mother heart and finds comfort there; The woman, whose virtues are whispered above, Will daily thank God for the dear "mother love;" The man, be he lover, or husband, or brother, Will ever hold sacred the love of his mother. Tho' the years may have turned her tresses to gray, And the rose from her cheek may have faded away, Tho' her step, once so light, may have feebled with age, And her eyes may have grown too dim for the page, Tho' the hand that was once so dainty and fair, May have changed with the seasons of toiling and care, Tho' the voice that to youth and it's freedom belongs, May have lost all its sweetness for lullaby songs, Yet the years that shall make the dear mother grow old, Will but add to her nature a blessing untold;-- Tho' they rob her of youth, she retains, as a prize, A love more mature and a counsel more wise. Tho' her life lose it's sunshine and burdens oppress, Yet the love of the mother will never be less; Tho' her children may wander away from the fold, And the world shuts them out in the darkness and cold, Tho' their friends may prove faithless and sin may allure, Yet of mother's true love they can ever be sure. Tho' to far away lands they may wilfully roam, The fond mother's prayer will be guiding them home. If they climb to the height of honor and fame, They should whisper, in credit, the dear mother name. Her love inspires all that is noble and good, And Purity reigneth o'er sweet mother-hood. Tho' the great word applaud, the praise of another Is nothing compared with the praises of mother. The earth home is dreary, when she is away, Her presence adds sunshine to each changing day, And Heaven, in it's glory, will be the more fair, When the spirit of mother shall find entrance there.
HIDDEN TREASURES.
Beneath the waves of ocean blue, The precious pearls are lost from view; Within the darkness of the mine, The gold and uncut diamonds shine; From human sight beneath the sky, The little seeds in waiting lie.
Within the mind, like pearls of white, Some hidden thoughts await the light; Which, brightly polished, shall outshine The varied treasures of the mine; And like the seeds that wake to flowers, Shall bless and brighten all life's hours.
IN LIFE AND DEATH.
I see her smile in sleep And to her crib I creep To kiss the baby face where dimples play; I smooth her sunny hair And breathe to God a prayer That He will teach me how to lead the way.
I see her smile in sleep And to her couch I creep To kiss the saintly face where peace doth stay; I smooth her silvery hair And breathe to God a prayer That He will teach me how to find the way.
PROGRESS.
He, who to elevate himself Labors with earnest will, Forgets, that should he wisely try To elevate the minds near by And public needs to fill, Will still continue to advance And while their cause he does enhance Will be their teacher still.
ONLY A LITTLE FELLOW.
He was only a little fellow With a very plain little face And his teacher said, With a shake of the head: "Dan never can keep his place."
He was only a little fellow With a mouth neither rosy nor sweet And his father said, With a shake of the head: "Dan always is under my feet."
He was only a little fellow With eyes neither brilliant nor gay And his mother said, With a shake of the head: "Dan always is in my way."
He was only a little fellow With a little turned up nose And his sister said, With a shake of the head: "Dan must keep away from my beaux."
He was only a little fellow With tumbled apron and hair And his brother said, With a shake of the head: "Dan is out of place in there."
He was only a little fellow But at last there came a day When every one said, With a shake of the head: "Dan never was in the way."
He was only a little fellow Yet the neighbors came in to weep While the baby face, In a rose-decked place, Was calm in eternal sleep.
He was only a little fellow Who left his books and his play; At the Saviour's call, Where there's room for all, He will never more be in the way.
UNDER THE PINES.
Under the pines, on a summer's day, I list to a whisper from far away, And, lying low, with my half-closed eyes, Behold the beauty of fairer skies. Some say 'tis the sound of the sighing sea, Whose distant murmer steals over me; Some say 'tis the baby breeze instead, That rocks in the branches overhead; But I know it is neither wave nor breeze, On shining sands and in leafy trees; 'Tis the music sweet of a voice divine, That whispers peace to each pensive pine.
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